*Note to reader: There is not-really any incest in this story but it is suggestive. It is a fun story, intended to be an erotic comedy with exhibition and voyeur being the most prevalent kinks.*
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"ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!" said Olivia, loud and annoying.
It was the beginning of a very intellectual conversation from his little sister, Hunter could tell.
"You're holed up in the Riverton mall, scrounging whatever you can to survive, alright? Well guess what!? You suck at surviving! So you're like... barely surviving because you totally suck!"
That was Olivia, his little sister. She was always like this too. Characteristic, not only in the topics of conversation. She intentionally squeezed all those little tidbits of insults in and just kept talking so that in the end he had to agree to something that he couldn't possibly agree with. His arrogant little sister, relentlessly annoying.
She even had the whiteboard set up. She was drawing little pictures of zombie stick figures to make the point more clear. It was unnecessary really, but she always seemed to make such elaborate setups for the simplest things.
"Anyway, you set up a trap using shopping carts and somehow... it actually works! You catch a zombie, alright!? Got it?" she explained, in her loose black slacks and her tight camisole tank top in a hardly innocent white. Tight tops, loose and flowing bottoms, her style exactly.
She was dressed comfortably for lounging around the house. Her style was not exactly flattering. She was short, lanky, not too curvy. She wasn't ugly per say. She just never seemed to consider men's opinions when picking her outfits each morning. In fact she could be quite attractive and charming at times. This however, didn't seem like one of those times.
Olivia's problem, in Hunter's opinion, was that she never seemed to quit. Any sort of argument just seemed to thrill her. She was the only person who could argue a point of view that wasn't even her own for hours on end just for the mere sake of being a pain in the ass. And the thing was... she hardly had an ass. It was a flat ass, not even note worthy. If titless and assless was a body type, that's what she'd be. She was a pain in everyone else's, while she was flat as a board in her own.
Naturally, she continued. "It's been a while... y'know, since you got some, okay!? You got this zombie and she's not thaaaaaat bad. I mean, aside from the hissing and bleeding eyeballs and whatever... I mean, she's got a real nice ass and that pussy looks preeeety clean, considering. SOOOO, would you... WOULD YOU HIT THAT!???"
Now the zombie that she drew on the whiteboard was not so much a stick figure. It still was, but it was in a jail cell looking trap and she drew a big ass, tits, and started making it as graphic as possible. This whole thing might well have been an excuse to draw a pornographic picture in front of her brother. She drew labia, and female genitalia in realistic detail on the white board, while trying to get him to think about it. It wasn't a zombie she was talking about so much here. It was a PUSSY. The question was, more realistically, was he willing to forgive the zombies undead nature for a chance to put his wanker in that snug little hole?
Hunter rubbed the side of his head, his expression pained. He sat leaned back on the couch, legs parted, one eye being rubbed by one of his hands. He was dressed comfortably in a pair of gray sweat pants and a rather worn white t-shirt. In a way, their loungewear mimicked each other somewhat. They were more alike than either of them would care to admit.
Hunter sighed, "okay Liv'," caving in to somehow join her in her warped reality. "What am I doing in Riverton Mall, that place sucks. Why am I trying to catch a zombie? And why am I thinking about sex at a mall during a zombie apocalypse?"
Olivia felt quite validated by Hunter's resignation. His body language was perfect, flopping back on the couch, face in his hands, looking like the end of the world was upon them and he was stuck listening to her zombie-chick exposition.
The room was gray. It wasn't just the paint on the walls, everything in the room seemed to be a shade of gray. Some darker, some lighter. The carpet for example was more of a pewter, the curtains were more of a silvery white, the trim a glossy light pearl, and the accents were more in line with charcoal coloring. The couch which Hunter was sitting upon was a complementary ash coloring. It made the monochrome of their outfits seem right at home in the room. Anything colored would only stand to draw too much attention. Attention however was what this was all about though. The nude zombie picture was being colored in green.
"ONE! Riverton mall, while shitty - agreed, has a lot to offer in a survival situation. You, sucking at survival situations, probably wouldn't know that so I will explain! The GNC has medicines, the sporting goods store has baseball bats, the shoe store - you can get agility upgrades to your footwear, do we need to even bother mentioning FOOD!??? TWO - Capturing zombies is the only way to learn how best to kill them. They're undead! You need a plan, buddy, or you'll never survive the zombie apocalypse!"
With each bullet point Olivia wrote something on the whiteboard. Medicine, weapons, shoes, food, and knowledge. As unrealistic as the prospects of Zombie Apocalypse were, her quick yet methodological wit made her a good asset if it ever did come about. That is, if Hunter didn't suspect her propensity to be patient zero. Hell, look at her first thing in the morning and you'd think the zombie apocalypse had already begun.
"HOWEVER, The real question is... PUSSY!?" she reiterated, poking the zombie's drawn twat a couple times with her marker. "How high do you value that HOO-HA, BOY!?"
It sounded pretty weird having his younger, shorter, nerdy little sister call him boy. Her funny accent that she spoke when saying it, clearly was an act though. She was mimicking something she'd heard on TV or something. It was forgivable, but it hardly sounded natural.
"Agility upgrades?" asked Hunter, clearly noting that she was treating it like a video game.
"Yep! Gotta get yourself some nice sneaks!"
"Alright, Liv... yeah. A box of condoms, maybe some rubber gloves. Sure, I'd fuck a zombie."
"REALLY??? HAHAA!" Olivia burst out. Amused, that's what she was. Hunter's little sister had not expected him to be so...
"You're so EASY!!!! Haha!" she poked, not yet gving him the floor. She didn't expect him to be such a...
"LIKE A MANSLUT! HAW HAW!!!" she laughed, maybe hoping to get some sort of rise from him. She was pointing. Mostly laughing, but pointing as well.
"I got a salami in the fridge if you just need a piece of meat that bad! Haha!" she offered. And in truth, a salami sandwich sounded pretty good right now. They'd sort of skipped breakfast this morning. The biggest surprise was actually that...
"I totally thought you were gay. I've never even seen you with a girlfriend. You do run through the boxes of tissues pretty quick, but I didn't know you were dreaming of zombiechickpussay! That's awesome, hahaa!"
Okay. She was laughing a bit too much, taking it to some certain extreme. However, Hunter had somehow expertly navigated the situation in the end. By just saying yes, he had likely saved himself about four hours of his day because she made her point right away. This was ultimately going to be the end result, because she would have followed him around for the next four hours until he admitted he would bang a green pussy anyway.
Hunter didn't seem at all concerned about lunch, however. He seemed genuinely irritated, "you thought I was gay? That's ridiculous, Olivia. I am nothing of the sort. I had plenty of sex when I was at college."
"...from behind by the professor doesn't count."
"...with girls, Liv. Look, it's dried up a bit and you're probably the one to blame. You get in the way. Even being short like that."
